In the darkly lit room of a Wyoming University a man sat in his chair, staring blankly at the wall of strings and research topics infront of him, Scattered across the wall. The room gave off a feeling of Desperation-- being strewn with Coffee cups and half eaten food -- The once luxurious Dark oak Furniture and wall trimmings having been faded, Smoothed and scuffed up from years of use.
The man reclined in his chair and let out a sigh, Rubbing at his eyes with the Butt of his palms. He stood up to hear his back pop and he let out a small groan. He'd been at this for 3 days straight, Trying to contect and see the puzzle hidden infront of him. He began to walk around the room, Deep in his own thoughts.
Why not just give up?
Because that's wrong.
But they gave up on this field, why are you still searching?
Sometimes, The greatest truth is missed easily.
And what evidence supporting that do you have?
Exactly, Just give up now John, Go home.
I spent 26 years studying this, I'm not giving up just because some Park opened.
But whats in that park John.
You and I both know what's in that park, It's only a matter of time until they pull the plug on your project too.
Shut up shut up shut up.
John punched his desk in anger. His entire life study had been in Vain, It was too late to go back now. John sighed.
Ever since that Blasted park opened This fields been going Down the drain.
He had been one of the most Promising new Paleontologists when he had finally graduated. He had given up other dreams just to fufil this one, And now it was coming down on him. John walked over to his calander on the wall, He flipped the page over.
John reclined in his chair that had been Repositioned behind his desk, It had been 2 years since the park opened. When it had opened, It was believed that Paleontology could continue on, With the understanding that these "Imitation dinosaurs" would bring up a field of study all it's own. How wrong they were. The Dinosaurs attracted people from as far away as Russia, And all these tourists believed them to be real.
Paleontology had fought well trying to explain that this was untrue, they weren't "Real dinosaurs" But the more they pleaded, The more Oblivious people became. It spelled Doom for the field before anyone knew it.
John got up from his chair, And walked to the door. Some of the big Paleontologists, Like Jack Horner and Robert Bakker had Been against it, But with a big enough cheque, you can make anyone silent.
Others, Would not fall into this Trap, Some being Alan grant, Sarah Harding, And Jessica Harding. John was one of the poor bastards who decided to not be bought out.
John had come to know the Three fairly well. They often Co-jointed expeditions to go and study out in the field. It was great to Be in the field with other Great paleontologists, But, The Circumstances for it, were horrible.
Backers had started pulling out of funding, The only way of getting funding was to Co-joint in a group.
Which is where John was now. John twisted the Bronzed door handle, and quickly exited his office. He needed to sleep, But he needed to figure out his Project first.
As john began walking in a hypnotic state, he walked into a wall. The university of Wyoming was Kind enough to give them some sort of Sanctuary, Some older offices in one of their many wings. John started to pick himself up when a feminine hand appeared infront of him. John took the hand that assisted in hauling him up.
"Listen, I understand that you enjoy walls, But you don't need to run into each on you see John," Jessica said.
John chuckled Akwardly, He didn't intentionally walk into the wall, But it was always nice when Jessi talked to him.
"Made any breakthrought with your Project?" she asked, Crashing his train of thought
"Some. It's not a lot. Coffee doesn't work anymore."He replied Making a gesture to the Break room "Has alan came back from the dig site yet?"
"No not yet, Him and Sarah are out with the truck, They said they'd found a new promising find."
"You and your sister had another Fight again, Eh?"
"Something like that, Oh, by the way, Dr. Malcolm is supposed to stop by today, He called me because you wouldn't answer you phone," Jess pointed at the Conference table that was in the middle of the large hallway with a large World map, North america map, And Bad lands map. Aswell as a cork board covered in Important notes and dates.
"Good, I need to speak to him about this park, Somethings... Off..."
"I can only imagine how many problems there will be with that park," Jess replied with a slight guffa, Recalling when herself and Her dad had been stuck there, "If you do think of anything Really great my father decided to step in as the Park vet again."
John had met Gerry on more then one occaison, He'd come to regard him as a friend. John had made himself a place in the field before the park opened with rethinking Dinosaur Anatomy and Intelligence. This is also how he had met sarah, Who had been well known for those areas in her career.
Gerry sometimes came by, They'd go out and get drinks with Alan at one of the local pubs.
Alan Grant was an Interesting man. He had spear headed this project and had become one of the worlds Best known paleontologists. He also ran a large amount of dig sites. Alan had been to the islands twice, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Alan was also a Kind man, With mutliple contacts within the Paleontology field.
John had come to regard the team as friends rather then colleagues.
As jess was about to tell john something, The door swung open, and in walked Billy brennan.
"Hey guys, Alan and Sarah just found something, Huge! They want us down there, Now." Billy said, Picking up the rifle that hung overtop of the door.
"Well, Why are we wasting time, Get in the truck!" Jess yelled as we all ran out the door, I quickly locked it and set the keys back in the right toe claw of the Bronze Velociraptor Skeleton beside the enterance.
They jumped into the dusty truck billy had driven up in and they toar down the road.
John jumped out into the Wyoming dirt, His Cowboy boots already showered in dust from years in the field. John hadn't had time to change, He was still in his moderately formal work clothes, A western shirt with a pair of Crisp wranglers. He had a tie at one point.
John began rushing over to a hill where Alan and Sarah looked over achart. Jess and Billy in tow.
When Alan spotted them, he Raised his hands in a Stop motion, His faced screamed Urgency.
The trio heeded his warning, and approached slowly.
When the crested the hill, They looked on in shock.
Right there, In this valley, sat something that shouldn't have been there, That should NEVER, have been there.
Billy slowly reached for the rifle.
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